It’s funny, the kind of life altering effects owning a pet can have on you and your personality. Especially if the pet you own is a puppy. When you add a puppy to your family, you don’t add a pet, you add another family member. It’s not surprising why most of the dog owners have experienced love and other such emotions at greater depths. It’s not who they were; it’s what their puppies have made of them. Puppies don’t demand love from their owners, they make their owners fall in love with them.
They are natural enchanters. The way they look at you with pleading love filled eyes; how they make you feel welcomed every time you enter your house irrespective of what the time is. It’s like when they wag their tail to show you how much they love your presence around them, they try to tell you how important it is for them to know that you know that and how it doesn’t matter whether they speak the same language as you or not. They become your foreign land love affair; sharing your best and worst through the common language of love. It’s not long before they become your 3 am phone call, your best friend and ultimately your own child. Their actions start to symbolize cuteness and you start to compare any human expression that would even distantly relate to those once given by your puppy.
I don’t own a dog. But he does now. And puppy eyes is what he calls me.
It’s true that puppies bring out the mother in every human being irrespective of their gender. I have seen it. I remember knowing a boy, who once at the thought of a puppy would give such an aversive expression, you wouldn’t even want to take that topic up with him again. He would run away from babies, not only holding them but even from the thought of doing so. The same guy happens to own a puppy now, accidentally of course. One year later, he is a different guy. He loves his puppy, plays with him , makes him take a bath and enjoys it. The same boy who once had a fantasy of shooting his alarm clock in it's knee, now wakes up at 4 am everyday,takes his dog out for a walk and defends him like a warrior when other dogs try to attack him.
He is no more my hero alone. He is also his puppy’s hero; strong, protective and a shielding force.
He used to refer to them by “it”. He calls his puppy a “he” now. He is all the more loving and all the more caring. Not just to the puppy but also to the people around him. He is a whole different person now.
He is a dog lover.
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